after a short 4 hour and 17 minute flight, a red-eye leaving LAX at 1 am, i arrived here in the land of volcanoes. the u.s. state department has a guatemalan travel advisory that is v.v. long, but equally long are the lists of many people who have traveled here safely. i chose to think about that list. so far so good. no armed robbers on the way from the airport, i still have my cell phone, passport, and other impt. items, i haven’t been kidnapped, and the ride up to antigua from guatemala city was lovely.
the most dangerous thing seems to me to be the cobblestones that are positively treacherous. chunky uneven cubes with big gaps in between. they’re ancient and probably haven’t been updated in a few hundred years. i cling to the narrow sidewalks and when i cross the street i choose each footstep with care.
i’ve seen a zillion things to sketch here at the house and out in the streets, but i haven’t done a single thing yet. too bleary-eyed from my overnight flight. also i found an ancient (late 19th century) book in one of the rooms about guatemala and my nose has been buried in it.
the house is 400 years old and smells and looks like a museum. in a lovely state of faded glory. it’s a rambling old place. i’m a time traveler here.
i’ll have more impressions of antigua in a couple of days. for now just getting settled, sitting in all the chairs, picking my way over the cobblestones, admiring the volcanoes, hoping for another eruption (the pilot of the plane said there were signs of volcanic activity and my driver confirmed that early this morning one of them put on a show)
girl reporter at her station. getting situated. see you soon. xo